I'm a wife and a mother and a woman and a woman with a disability and a poet and a music lover, in no particular order. Sometimes I write truths and sometimes lies and I'll never tell you which is which.
I Thought I Knew why do you look at me like you love me when I think I know better
Beast I keep you pinned down My arm on your chest Or you'll pace Pace Pace caged A wild beast Hungry and hunting I keep you pinned down My arm on your chest I can't tame you But if I let you go Your mouth will be At my throat and I Will be unable to stop you
bass sound waves fill me my chest an echo chamber resonates a low bass note reverberates cells vibrate where your fingers rest
My naked body is a work of art; I don't know if the artist was Rubens or Dali or Picasso I am trying to find beauty in it but isn't all art subjective?
